[Chorus: Mannie Fresh] Lexus, Benz, Impala's wit' the top down drivin' careless Swervin' through from left to right, and I'm dressed so super tight Baby girl shake it like Beyonce I done forgot about fiance, blowin' smoke up in the air Table dances by my chair Get something now
[Lil Wayne] I'm hot from New Orleans Weezy F Baby Way above ballin' Stay above yall and I got da A and da K if y'all want it I'm making way for my homies better not sleep, stay awake for the moment It's young Carter come and get it in order oooh...hotter You six feet in the six Im snuffed in the Bentley Oooh..shorty stop playin' wit' me I'm da heart of the SQ mobbers Mobbin' wit my black Madonna Get my back momma Got that Mac persona I'm a P.I.M.P, I'm the uncrowned K.I.N.G I'm from uptown never tempt me cuz its like nevada Ill leave my desert empty uhh Bezzle yellow SP Yeah.. Ain't a fella hotter than me, ain't another better than me ooh.
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne] Hole in the door fo' show ya boy rollin' I'm cold wit' da' flow no boast but y'all boring holding my coast by myself never folding Throwing the SQAD 7 up lettin' em know it wizzle F toting floating Notice the stroke in my motion, strollin' Toke and a poke and a smoke got me loaded Put a purple ocean in my soda make potion Pull a rover over by some hoes make noise Roll ya body like a snake slow for all my boya'z wizzle hotter than ya hottest gat but so poised Bodies flying in the air while I whip the Harley I'm hardly seeing you playa you can't see me I'm a gangsta I supposed to be on TV, really And the rolls gold bezzle show clearly fee where you at you gotta feel me Daddy
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne] See I look to my side and Lil Gudda say peel ya Weezy F get familiar y'all boy's startin na get pecuiliar I'ma's kii..kii ..kill ya I'ma Kit Kat dealer I'ma Maybach wheeler I'ma get them millions Like a slick big William hater Big willy like I fuck's wit Jada I ain't got nothin' but yaya man Nothin' but flavors man Nothin' but wages man Nothin' but paper I'ma fuck it and take it and show all of my homies Drop 20's on the 'Rari Scratch off at parties I'ma make your hoe grab all her shorties up in the Escalade Suburban Snatch off that lingerie I'ma make y'all boys back off the army Put that hammer to your dome Now come off that arm piece And I like that chain I'm feeling that heck My papi's Ozzy Ozbourne And I'm feeling like Jack Gimme dat!
[Chorus]
That's wassup Man, it's weezy F man AND The F is for fly (flllyyy) Birdman junior...
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[Chorus: Mannie Fresh] Lexus, Benz, Impala's wit' the top down drivin' careless Swervin' through from left to right, and I'm dressed so super tight Baby girl shake it like Beyonce I done forgot about fiance, blowin' smoke up in the air Table dances by my chair Get something now
[Lil Wayne] I'm hot from New Orleans Weezy F Baby Way above ballin' Stay above yall and I got da A and da K if y'all want it I'm making way for my homies better not sleep, stay awake for the moment It's young Carter come and get it in order oooh...hotter You six feet in the six Im snuffed in the Bentley Oooh..shorty stop playin' wit' me I'm da heart of the SQ mobbers Mobbin' wit my black Madonna Get my back momma Got that Mac persona I'm a P.I.M.P, I'm the uncrowned K.I.N.G I'm from uptown never tempt me cuz its like nevada Ill leave my desert empty uhh Bezzle yellow SP Yeah.. Ain't a fella hotter than me, ain't another better than me ooh.
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne] Hole in the door fo' show ya boy rollin' I'm cold wit' da' flow no boast but y'all boring holding my coast by myself never folding Throwing the SQAD 7 up lettin' em know it wizzle F toting floating Notice the stroke in my motion, strollin' Toke and a poke and a smoke got me loaded Put a purple ocean in my soda make potion Pull a rover over by some hoes make noise Roll ya body like a snake slow for all my boya'z wizzle hotter than ya hottest gat but so poised Bodies flying in the air while I whip the Harley I'm hardly seeing you playa you can't see me I'm a gangsta I supposed to be on TV, really And the rolls gold bezzle show clearly fee where you at you gotta feel me Daddy
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne] See I look to my side and Lil Gudda say peel ya Weezy F get familiar y'all boy's startin na get pecuiliar I'ma's kii..kii ..kill ya I'ma Kit Kat dealer I'ma Maybach wheeler I'ma get them millions Like a slick big William hater Big willy like I fuck's wit Jada I ain't got nothin' but yaya man Nothin' but flavors man Nothin' but wages man Nothin' but paper I'ma fuck it and take it and show all of my homies Drop 20's on the 'Rari Scratch off at parties I'ma make your hoe grab all her shorties up in the Escalade Suburban Snatch off that lingerie I'ma make y'all boys back off the army Put that hammer to your dome Now come off that arm piece And I like that chain I'm feeling that heck My papi's Ozzy Ozbourne And I'm feeling like Jack Gimme dat!
[Chorus]
That's wassup Man, it's weezy F man AND The F is for fly (flllyyy) Birdman junior...
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